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Three Books - Three Bestselling Authors

Choose your poison... as they are all less than a latte Paranormal - Contemporary Romance- Romantic Suspense   "Who holds the key to the ancient power residing within Billy Hitchings?" Find out in this paranormal, action adventure: The Fall of Billy Hitchings   Regan Keller had sworn off office relationships after an affair with her last boss nearly cost Regan her life. So why is she letting it happen all over again with her new boss? Contemporary Romance The Executive’s Decision After secrets and a mysterious background leave a wife’s life hanging by a thread, a husband must look for answers in the only place he knows—the past. Romantic-Suspense She Belongs to Me Thanks for stopping by, please visit my  bio  for more information about what I write and what I like to read and share.  Until next time, happy reading! Carmen DeSousa

"The Memory Assaulted Her" Excerpt from LAND OF THE NOONDAY SUN

When two strangers have nothing left but their dreams, they must forge a relationship in Nantahala, North Carolina, a small town known as, Land of the Noonday Sun , A few episodes ago, Cassandra had met the hunky whitewater guide. We missed their little interlude, then she insulted him and he stormed off. Now she's left standing there, wondering what she should do next. Excerpt: She almost decided it was enough of this nonsense; she didn’t need the money. She’d eventually land a decent job. She could move back to Florida, stay with Karen for a few months; she didn’t need this headache. Without warning, the memory of him taking her hand yesterday assaulted her. She remembered the warmth that had rushed through her. She had never felt even remotely attracted to any man the way she’d felt toward him. She really should leave this state immediately, but for some reason she couldn’t. She couldn’t find the courage to struggle for anything right now. The last f

"Could She Trust Him?" Excerpt from SHE BELONGS TO ME:

Here is an excerpt from one of my favorite scenes in my bestselling romantic suspense, She Belongs to Me , as I believe every woman can identify with the first time, wondering if she is safe mentally and physically, and yet, her heart is still pounding out an uncontrollable rhythm in anticipation as well. Excerpt:  The latch clicked loudly into place, making her jump. What had she done? Could she really trust him? Jordan took her hand and led her to the sofa, pulling her down beside him. Her heart started beating out an uncontrollable rhythm. Dear God , she prayed silently, please don’t let him hurt me . She knew he wouldn’t hurt her physically; it was the mental agony she couldn’t handle. Gathering her other hand in his, he gazed into her eyes. “Jaynee,” he started then stopped. His lips curved up. “Jaynee and Jordan, it resonates similar to characters in a story, doesn’t it?”    His smile was wonderful, too good to be true. He didn’t sound like a marine o

“You don’t know anything about me” Excerpt from LAND OF THE NOONDAY SUN

When two strangers have nothing left but their dreams, they must forge a relationship in Nantahala, North Carolina, a small town known as, Land of the Noonday Sun . Last week our female protagonist met the male protagonist, or in this case, maybe one of them is the antagonist. Anyway, there must have been some flirting going on. “I—no I wasn’t,” she huffed. “Don’t delude yourself. As if I would be interested in a whitewater guide. I’m a law graduate for Pete’s sakes!” As soon as the words escaped her mouth, she was disgusted with herself. She saw his face drop and immediately wanted to apologize for her ill-mannered remark. She wasn’t a snob; she didn’t care what people did for a living. She respected everyone’s choices in life and their careers. He scooped his keys and files off the desk. “You don’t know anything about me, Cassandra,” he spewed, his tone reproachful. Abruptly, he turned and exited the office, leaving her standing in the doorway. Unwillingly, she

It’s my blogiversary! Thanks to my #Readers, Twitter Peeps, and all who made my dreams come true!

Wow! One year ago today, I jumped into the wonderful world of Blogger and Twitter, hoping someone might notice me. I had been querying my book to a few agents, got some feedback, a few requests, and etcetera, but nothing really jumped out at me. Joining and participating on Twitter and Blogger made all the difference. I learned so much, simply by reading other authors’ blogs on what to do, and what not to do, when writing and querying. After reading hundreds of blogs, I stepped back, regrouped, and re-queried...many of the same agents. And to my surprise, it worked. I had several offers from big-name agents, large e-publishers, and of course, I was still toying with the idea of self-publishing. The problem was…I didn’t want to sign my life away just so I could say, “I’m published.” After much thought, discussions with other authors, and way too many sleepless nights, I met a small e-publisher who I felt could give me the best of both worlds. I know it sounds strange, but I really

Excerpt from LAND OF THE NOONDAY SUN "If she compiled a list, he would fill it"

When two strangers have nothing left but their dreams, they must forge a relationship in Nantahala, North Carolina, a small town known as... Land of the Noonday Sun   Enough with the tragic beginning, this is a romantic-suspense, so let’s meet one of the main characters. Excerpt: If she compiled a list, he would fill it…right up until the chosen career line, which would probably be foremost. He was exactly the correct height, about six feet she guessed. He had dark hair with a small amount of curl that went whichever way it pleased but worked for him. His skin was dark from all the hours in the sun, she assumed, which caused his brilliant blue eyes to stand out. And his build…she sighed...his arms and shoulders were incredible. He looked as though he'd stepped out of a Hollister advertisement. She shook her head to escape the ridiculous thoughts racing through her head. Remember the plan, Cassandra. This is merely a six-month detour, and then she